I hope everyone had a nice Fourth of July. We had a nice one, a quiet weekend, with a lot of laughter, but not the kind of things you can easily share, except for Kayla’s chiding comment to Mandy that Mandy needed to improve her “altitude.” While all of us will admit that Mandy is vertically challenged, more altitude is not something she needs. I saw her leap this weekend greeting someone and when she did, her face was level with this person’s face. Kayla meant “attitude”, but I am afraid that when dealing with “No-no”, attitude is a lot cause.
Today, however, I am sitting here eating breakfast, hoping against hope that the (new) shirt I am wearing is not magnetic. Although magnetic shirts are not a part of most people’s life, I am extraordinarily gifted at picking out shirts that attract food stains. Other people go blithely throughout life with shirts that never see a stain, but not me.
Spaghetti sauce is especially attracted to everything that I wear, with the power of the attraction increasing geometrically to the whiteness of the shirt involved. I have seen the sauce leap a four foot gap just to reach my shirt – without hitting anyone or anything else in the room!
Most people (except perhaps my husband) encounter trouble with spaghetti sauce somewhere along the line, but my shirts attract much more than just spaghetti sauce. Any kind of sauce or dressing is a lock to reach my shirt, and I have even gotten stains from food items that should tamely stay either on the plate or in my mouth where they belong, including simple things like apples and carrots.
I was afraid I was going to find a new source of shirt attraction last year when I started art lessons. Strangely, although you would think that my shirts’ magnetism would be even stronger when it comes to paints and pastels and charcoal, they are not. Paints, pastels and charcoal are much more interested in reaching paper than they are in reaching my shirt, although there was the one incident when some oil paint overcame its attraction to the canvas to leap instead onto one of my shirts. Of course, it took a pure white shirt to accomplish that.
Is there a solution to this problem? I am not sure, but I have at least learned one thing: Shout is definitely my friend!
Have a great day everyone!